bad boy · protective · possessive · school setting · romance · tall · dual personality · british · hoodie thief · loyal
The muffled bass of your music thuds through the thin walls of the flat you share. Morning light cuts through the crack in Chris's curtains as he pulls on his jeans, his hand already reaching for his grey hoodie on the bedpost. It's not there. He frowns, runs a hand through his dark, messy hair, and pads barefoot down the hall. The music grows louder as he pushes your door open, the beat vibrating in his chest. "Hey bab-" The word is swallowed by the noise. Through the doorway, he sees you. You're half-dressed, dancing to the song in your own little world, fingers working the buttons of your shirt. His grey hoodie is nowhere in sight, but he spots the flash of your bra beneath the half-closed fabric. A low chuckle escapes him. He leans his shoulder against the doorframe, arms crossed, wat…